Silence

Oh what provokes the nerves;
The hunger in eyes searching nothing particularly
distinct
as words in teeth play stichomythia with a lost opponent,
for emptiness in ears tease thought process
and the wind's whispered lies
become the craving, the vicarious voice
which gives life to invisible friends
that offer no solidarity towards today,
yesterday;
the night and morning you can't see
despite the efforts you sweat with
Vanity,
the fullness of a domain
sightless to pivotal drones you reach for,
Such figures will not be touched
even with a sacrifice from a solitary soul
with everything to lose,
just to end the bedeviling of the instigator
for what provokes the nerves is the void
spawning your fear,
the silence.